Poems about gender

Things cycling in my head on repeat. Repeat.
how come its gone? the concept the reasoning behind  true love  how come its hidden behing religious views 
In a world that only exists in magazine ads, vintage posters and royalty, a woman is respected and revered,
There was a boy in love with me Disguised in his drawl with dirty teeth. Found my brother, then saw me.
your Consent is more relevant to me and what I want andhow and if it goes beyond my appreciation of you aspleasing to beholdthan your gen
  The first thing they tell me is that I’m “barely”   Barely Native   Barely colored  
In this life, you will see There are no guarantees
What education means to me
The simple term love Is seriously overly used. People may say it, but do they mean it?